Holly found her breathing was getting ragged.John touched her crotch with his gloved fingers. The women tried to move and wriggle, but she was too tig...htly bound to move much.John went to the side of the table and continued to cut her dress, finally laying it open.She wore on a white brassiere and high cut panties. Her breasts were small and her body slender and girlish. The woman was moaning into into the ball-gag, and Holly felt another little gush of pleasure.John cut the bra between her. She wore her hair in loose curls and was wearing a one-shouldered red cocktail dress that was almost knee length but not quite. Alana was just a normal girl that grew up in New York, had a love for fashion and full of class. She was five foot seven, straight smile, brown eyes, and brown skin, nothing above average until you got to know her. She put her smile on and rushed down the stairs, almost in a run before she made it half way, slowing down when she made eye contact with her grandmother.. “You look good, girls, but we all know the best yet is the three big cocks we see swinging as we walk,” Melinda told them.“Mom, we never heard you use dirty words before either,” Grace told her.“Hon, we’ll worry about being proper and using lady-like language if and when we ever get back to 2011 Kansas. Until then, each of you six teenagers have my permission to say what you think and respond to what makes you feel good. We expect all six of you to react like adults and help us as we look out. "As Grace slept soundly, Frank could not. He lay at her side inhaling her exotic perfume and wondering what got into this woman. She was demanding in sex as any female he ever bedded. Not even Yvette compared to her. He felt she had dozens of orgasms as he had six himself. Two by oral and four by missionary. If he had any idea that she was like this when he first met her at the Astors, he would have married her right then as Gretchen advised him.Frank was disturbed a few times when her bare ass.